I just can't seem to shake the habit of disappointing everyone around me and myself.

I'm in QLD but I can't escape myself even if I hold my breath underwater and wait for the light to come in from between the cracks in my slowly opening eyes.

I am not built to look after myself and that disappoints everyone.
I just spent three days with my mother and I just can't shake the fear.

This week is a mess. A complete shit fight.


rhymes with pony said...

sounds disappointing.
Don't worry no one will remember when we are all dead. And possibly not even next year. whichever comes first.

pen said...

I know that feeling well